Photos of IN THE CITY (15/73)

Many Buddha Statues And One Woman

The Atmosphere At Yangon Central Station Is Tranquil, And It's Hard To Tell If People Are Buying Tickets Or Just Standing Around Talking

Children Were Playing On The Platform Of Yangon Central Station

Some People Sit On The Floor At Yangon Central Station Waiting For The Train

The Time They Were Conversing And The Cars On The Roadway Were All That Could Be Seen In This Neighborhood

In An Alley With A Local Atmosphere, A Boy Had His T-shirt Rolled Up And Over His Head

A Creek Ran Straight Through The Disorderly Built-up Residential Area

I Suppose There Is No Such Thing As Urban Planning In A Plot Where Alleys And Dwellings Are Built In A Haphazard Manner

After Exiting Bogyoke Aung San Market, I Found Myself On The Platform Of Phaya Lan Train Station

I Think People In Myanmar Are Basically Addicted To Print, Although Smartphones Have Become Popular And There Are Fewer People Reading Books On The Street

Bananas Are A Common Fruit In Myanmar, But They Seem To Be A Different Kind Of Banana From Those Sold In Japan

The Woman Carrying A Large Bag Was Clearly Reflected In The Puddle

Unlike In Bangladesh And India, Umbrellas Are Commonplace Commodities In Myanmar

In Thanlyin, Where There Are No Convenience Stores, A Small Kiosk Like This Must Be Very Useful

In A Village On The Outskirts Of Town, Garbage Was Scattered On The Side Of A Bridge, As If The Government Does Not Collect Garbage

The Boy Ran Inside The House When He Saw Me, Probably Because He Thought I Was Suspicious

Myanmar People Not Only Wear Brightly Colored Clothes, But Also Seem To Prefer Brightly Colored Umbrellas

What Is Called Paan In India And Betel Nut In Taiwan Is Called Kun In Myanmar

Many Of The Books On The Shelves Of Used Bookstores Had Portraits Of General Aung San And His Daughter, Aung San Suu Kyi

Rubies, A Specialty Of Myanmar, Were Not Sold At The Kyauktan Market

Unlike Central Yangon, I See Motorcycles Running In Kyauktan

Beyond The Landing Boat, I Could See Ye Le Pagoda

The Little Dock Where The Boat Floated Was Full Of Trash

It Was Raining Heavily Outside As I Was Wandering Around The Market

The Man Was Standing By The Waterside Of Ye Le Pagoda, Praying

The Colorful Parasols At Da Nyin Gone Station Had A Color Scheme Reminiscent Of Beach Parasols

Eggplant And Cabbage Were Sold On The Platform

The Woman Sitting By The Tracks Was Selling Betel Leaves

Only The Boy By The Wall Noticed Me And Gave Me A Quizzical Look

Much Of What Was Sold At The Da Nyin Gone Market Was Vegetables

The Wagon Full Of Bananas Was Moving Along The Muddy Road Of Da Nyin Gone Market

Laundry Was Drying On A Small Bridge Over The Entrance To The Market, Full Of The Smell Of Life

The Aisles In The Da Nyin Gone Market Are Unpaved And Bumpy

The Tracks Were Occupied By Peddlers And Baskets

The Platform Was Filled With Vegetable Vendors

The Da Nyin Gone Station Premises Looked Like A Marketplace

The Woman Dressed In A Bright Red Longyi Stood On The Railroad Tracks

The Door Of The First Car Was Open, And The Tracks Stretched Straight Out The Other Side

The Modest Greengrocery Store, Like A Food Stall, Was Open For Business In Front Of Insane Station

At Insein Station, Platform Numbers Were Represented By Burmese Numerals